My mind is racing my heart is pumping I just can't wait to dance with you so we could be chained to the rhythm of the beat.

It's now or never as you grab my hand but my alarm clock goes off but I try to keep holding on to the dream of you but reality of the real world brings me down.

Maybe tonight I'll ask you on a real date and we could be counting Stars by a roaring fire and dancing till the sun comes and even then you told me don't stop for me.

“Because” we never wanted this to end the end is where we begin. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale